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A nubile young vicar named Jude
Was seen swimming, totally nude
The bishop said WOW
Just look at you now
Your assets - they need to be viewed!
Fiction write!
07-05-17
Invited him home for a drink
A toast as their glasses did clink
Robes down on the floor
Performing a chore...
How far will this story now sink.
WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH
The vicar bent over to pray
The bishop could not look away
So for his protection
Took up a collection
A robe now conceals his display
WRITTEN BY CHRIS GREEN
I think this story about being nude will sink low
I will tell on those guys, all I know
Those two men are not holy
The bishop's roly-poly
And the vicar used to be in a nude girly show
WRITTEN BY LIN LANE
The bishop was feeling romantic
The vicar thought the man pedantic
When the vicar turned around
To give the bishop a frown
The bishop gasped, "Lord, you're gigantic!"
WRITTEN DALE GREGORY COZART
Said Jude, will we both go to hell-
Said bishop, you never can tell
But please will you turn
I've got carpet burn
And my knees are beginning to swell
WRITTEN BY GARY SMITH
As the bishop continued to stare
He thought such a body's not fair
To see the nude vicar
was hard on his ticker
and soon he had to change underwear
WRITTEN BY ROGER ADAMS
Mother Teresa told me so
In the heaven we’ll dance too slow
If you want to come
Bring us some Rum
Otherwise you may stop and go
WRITTEN BY PASHANG SALEHI
btw... What would the Pontiff say?
Would there be hell to pay?
Or would the Pope
just drop the soap
and hope he'd be invited to play
WRITTEN BY LIM'RIK FLATS
When suddenly a knock at the door
they decided they'd rather ignore
in walked the pope,
joined in the group grope
next day they were all saddle sore
WRITTEN BY DANIEL TURNER
The pope thought it not at all freakly
when asking the other men meekly
that if they were game
and would do the same
they could set up appointments weekly
WRITTEN BY DALE GREGORY COZART
Jude's assets developed so well
As the bishop could obviously tell
But you might be surprised
How it grew to that size
Well, he used it to ring the church bell
WRITTEN BY RAY GRIDLEY
07-06-17
Once, when life had me believing that it was a thing so great
I chose to follow its stride
Why, I lived as one of the many
I lived as all the others
I warmed my hands with friends
I chose a young heart to dream of a new start
And felt vain about everything else
Pride rhymed with my being
Yes, nothing could strike me
Nothing, not even the skies' deadly lightning bolts!
But then
I did suffer the consequences of love
Yes, love was to me, cruel
Even if I did bend down to it
Tolerate
And accept
To the point of losing my dignity
Why;
It did empower me
It did
The day I came to know of love's true face
Why,
My Beloved did prefer my best friend
Yes, he did!
Life broke up in a million pieces
No more did I see it as a thing so great
No more did I even want to follow its stride
Wanted I to cease to exist
For a gross being had I been all this time
A gross being who fell for the pleasures of this world
A gross being who did think of herself as one so vain
As nothing could strike her
Not even the skies' lightning bolt
But I did rise above it
Yes I did
See you, the skies had me all molten
Why, they opened up
And bid me to have strength
They opened up
And gifted me with an awakening
They opened up
And I smiled again
Uncaring, free, totally at peace
With myself and with the whole world
Totally mindless
Of that love and that friend who both
Did slip away from me
Yes,
It did empower me, it did have me bloom into a pure flower
Do know, please do
That things happen for a reason
Should you someday lose yourself, lose your hope,
Pray, have some faith
Know that the skies shall grant you a shoulder to grope
Yes, they shall
For that is how I did come to rise above it all!
10 June 2016
Christmas prevails with blest spirit of hope
Heralding Messiah’s eternal gift
Imparting peace around compassion* scope.
Offering peace wrapped with forgiveness rope
To secure love and care upon faith’s lift
Christmas prevails with blest spirit of hope.
Glad tidings deafen crises though hearts grope
Holidays meant to bridge enmity-rift
Imparting peace around compassion scope.
Reaching gracious reconciliation slope
Partnerships transcend differences’ shift
Christmas prevails with blest spirit of hope
Yuletide offers kindness; yea, not nope
Good cheers linger as past conflicts flee swift
Imparting peace around compassion scope
Since God upholds each season’s divine cope
We can pray and seek for constant uplift
Christmas prevails amidst spirit of hope
Imparting peace around compassion scope.
Psalm 145:8 The LORD is gracious, and full of compassion; slow to anger, and of great mercy.
December 25, 2020
1st place, "Deck The Halls" Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 12/31/2020.
Wrestling Match
I wrestled you again last night,
it seems you like and take delight
in messing up a good night’s sleep.
No one knew I wrestled there
laying as if without a care.
They’d have thought me counting sheep.
But sheep were least of my concern.
An empowered soul is where I turn;
a far and distant hope.
I cannot know the hours you stole
from sleep; is this your goal
to watch me fumble, fall, and grope?
When will you come and sit with me
and talk like friends like it used to be?
Is that forever gone?
I miss those times when I would run
and you would chase; we can’t be done;
O, God, I’m barely hanging on!
I find it hard to talk with you;
I just don’t know what I’m to do.
Give me direction, bless me with peace.
In nakedness I feel my shame
and wanting not to play the game
to find your gentle, sweet release.
I do not hear you call and say,
“Where are you, son? You’ve gone away.”
The room has fallen quiet.
So I, with voiceless courage do
call out instead, my God, to you:
“Where are you?” and wait in silent riot.
The door stands shut and locked up tight;
I pull it hard throughout the night
and stand there at your door with knocks.
I wait and listen for your stride
to open it; bring me inside;
unbolting doors and throwing locks.
I died that night on skull-faced hill
and wait in silence for your will,
laid out on rock hard stone.
Dare I await a resurrection
and taste the joy of your affection?
I fear I’m laying here alone.
And so we wrestled through the night.
I fought hard; you took delight
in grappling yet another round.
And to the mat we went once more.
You swiftly brought me to the floor,
with silent force without a sound.
Now is time spent here as moments fly fast;
We grope with faint light as life trips and falls;
Hidden in our tears glimpses that outlast;
We latch our fond sights lest troubles fling gall.
Day by day we hear echoes of old chimes;
Whispers of a hint in wind blown murmurs;
Why is this my dear that sad, sordid rhyme;
Sepia brown page mint that shades now concur.
Yet hope and faith stand the passing seasons;
The message timely felt in pulse and strain;
We grip tight each strand, bargain with reason;
Glimpse not so wisely the passage laid plain.
Live with love that sculpts the vision most grand;
Love a life that rubs a sanguine sure trend.
Leon Enriquez
22 Apr 2014
Singapore
The familiar face looked grotesque.
Indelible imprints of blood stains,
scarred the contour of his body.
His skull had crushed on the windshield..
A rampage had ripped his nerves naked...
Kinetic ardour of the car, exiled him to static rust
in a vegetative state... bereft of cognition.
But his mind still addled... in lucid ambition.
His skin could still touch rain..
His eyes could still see lightning..
His ears could still hear thunder..
His heart could still feel pain.
Glint of two black marbles looked at the window..
Is it dusk or dawn?..
Searching for cognitive crutches....
Interim thoughts grope his head.....
Is he alive or dead?
29th December,2018
PLACED FIRST IN Brian Strand Jan Wk 2 contest
Originally submitted to the Brainy Brevity Poetry Contest of Maureen McGreavy
The theme of contest : "BRAIN INJURY"
It's so incredible that a while back
you led me to believe
that we would have taken that road to happiness;
It's so incredible that a while back
you led me to believe
all the words had the flame of hope...
you led me to believe
that living life with excitement
was worthwhile and full of smiles...
nothing made me grope
for illusions and remain in perplexed thought.
Many were the memories of two happy hearts,
and doubts didn't exist to cover up lies;
we felt that closeness and shared it,
others envied us and wished they had it!
We built a house that dwelled in devoted love and stone by stone,
we finished it feeling sublime joy, hoping God would bless us more!
It's so incredible that a while back
you led me to believe
that we needed each other
and resist the temptations when another
smile could have deceived us without a threat;
it's so incredible that a while back
you led me to believe
that breaking a promise would cost a break-up,
a painful sense of regret...
can we avoid it and rethink the excuses we made up?
Is it really worth being untrue
and wind up lonely with a plausible clue?
Journey Journal Page
UNKNOWN DREAMS
By Leon Enriquez
Dark is the night
When dark blots light
Feel pulse now stream
Dream within dream
Here for brief while
Dark touch now piles
Lost vision here
Of long lost cheer
Feel strange odd sigh
Can a dream die?
Grope blindly wild
Dead soul trip child
~~~~~~~~~
A tryst with dark
Where no light sparks
Lost in a world
Where madness swirls
So rest your dream
As madness screams
In lost charade
Of voiceless trade
Tale beyond thrill
Cast in odd spill
In the deep mist
An unsure gist
~~~~~~~~~
Sad lines tell much
Of strangled touch
Can a good man
Do what he can?
Such sad lyrics
No less mystic
Words etched with blood
Thought drips that flood
My heart talks back
In feel that stacks
Dream within dream
As echoes stream
~~~~~~~~~
Reason chops rhyme
In shady times
As if to free
A dying spree
Taste salty lines
From mellow brine
That hide lost dreams
In flowing screams
Luna moonlight glow
As forfeit shows
A broken lease
Of long lost peace
~~~~~~~~~
Am I the moon
Forlorn night noon?
Or misty sky
In heavy sigh?
Speak then to me
Be still and see
Moon glow aura
Poise sans drama
Dark is the night
Devoid of light
Dreary with streams
Of unknown dreams
~~~~~~~~~
Opaque on edge
A missing page
No message here
To cluster fear
Words fail to form
As wind blows storm
Deep in the jerk
Where danger lurks
Unknown dreams ply
Beyond sad sighs
Where dreary feel
Rest odd reveal
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
02 March 2024
Singapore
I live in the,
Gardens of Memories
Were happier days
We've shown.
If you go and I stay,
I walk down these roads
Alone, inside my brain.
In the spring,
Watch for red roses to bloom.
When they fade,
They'll turn a lilac blue.
When seasons change to the fall,
As brown leaves fall to the ground
I'll catch a glimpse or two of you,
And when I do it's only to keep me sound.
If you've gone and I stuck around,
Fighting battles to be won
Now they're lying on the ground.
"Everything you've touched,
Moving along in your way
There is this consecrated spot."
I hear your voice.
I see your smile.
Though blindly,
I may grope.
The memories of,
Your helping hands
How they buoy me all with hope.
If you go and I stay,
One thing I'll have to do for you.
Slowly walk down that long, long path,
Because soon, I'll be following you.
I want to know,
Each step you've taken.
So, I may take the same.
For someday down,
That lonely, lonely road,
You'll hear me call out your name.
One very special place,
Within each person’s face,
Reveals inner confidence to be seen,
From relying on God’s providence to be clean.
It’s not just in their smile,
Nor in their pretty style,
But in their eyes,
Where this knowledge resides.
When we feel and know who we really are, as in days of yore,
Revealed by removing the veil, from our life of before,
We know all things in life have eternal direction and meaning,
As we move forward in eternal progression, redeeming.
Through the lens of wisdom we see,
That God’s kingdom is the only place of peace.
Covenants, ordinances, obedience and grace, give us the keys,
Which open heaven’s doors to power, aiding us to be free.
Now life has great purpose and joy,
For as servants we work in our Father’s employ.
We no longer grope at the wall,
But in valor and righteousness, conquer all.
Throughout seasons of fashion and trend,
We hold fast to moral standards wise, and defend,
Our brothers and sisters, each our friend,
Strengthening each other, on whom we depend.
When this is done, then heart, mind, body and Spirit,
Are in their proper, ordained and intended design.
For truth is voiced unto all, but who will Hear Him?
Glory be unto their bright, and enlivened souls divine.